My dad turns 70 today. Continue reading “My Dad’s thoughts on turning 70”
My Dad’s thoughts on turning 70
Category: Relationships
Thom’s Thursday Thoughts on Recent Events
It’s high time I gave the world an update on Tom and his thoughts. Continue reading “Thom’s Thursday Thoughts on Recent Events”
Woop Woop
A lot of the talk recently, and not just in the Ho-Ward household (I haven’t yet changed my name), revolves around babies. Continue reading “Woop Woop”
Don’t Blink
“It feels like your wedding was ages ago,” my cousin said on the phone last night.
It does and it doesn’t. We’ve been stumbling back into real life, the first week a blur thanks to jet lag, and now, three weeks in, the muted “oh…” feeling has fully settled in: the realization that, after the wedding, nothing really changes about you or your spouse or your life unless you make it so. Continue reading “Don’t Blink”
“Call Me By Your Name” and the Heartbreak I’ve Never Had
On Sunday afternoon, I watched Call Me By Your Name and left the theater weeping.* Not because I left feeling hopeless, but simply nostalgic, for old lessons and old times. Continue reading ““Call Me By Your Name” and the Heartbreak I’ve Never Had”
Big Company
On Friday afternoon I called to tell my father the good news.
“A full time offer,” he said, “Congratulations.” Continue reading “Big Company”
Two great books for when you’re feeling down and useless
Last night, in a bout of writer’s block/what am I doing with my life despair, (after spending the evening complaining to Tom about not writing and then watching two hours of Sci-Fi TV (“The Expanse”), I logged onto the New York Public Library website and downloaded two books to my Kindle: When Breath Becomes Air by Paul Kalanithi and What I Talk About When I Talk About Running, by Haruki Murakami.
Continue reading “Two great books for when you’re feeling down and useless”
Chinese-American Dad
My dad puts marmalade on his turkey sandwiches. Continue reading “Chinese-American Dad”
Little Children
Earlier this evening an old friend of my parents joined us for dinner at Grandpa’s house. My parents told her not to bring any dishes – Grandpa doesn’t each much and they’d cooked enough to ensure leftovers for at least two more meals – but Mrs. R– hopped in ten minutes late carrying a big pot of “lion head” meatballs and a smaller platter of stir-fried cucumber and sliced fish cakes. Continue reading “Little Children”
Flashback Fridays: My First Xanga
When I was 16, I went on a cleaning binge and threw away more than a couple volumes of diaries I’d kept since childhood (a moment of silence please).
I’ve been beating myself up ever since. Continue reading “Flashback Fridays: My First Xanga”
